Alessia’s POV
I woke up to light.
Not the harsh glare of morning forcing itself through thin curtains, but a soft, filtered glow that kissed my eyelids gently, as if the day itself was asking permission before waking me. My body felt different—lighter, warmer. The dull ache from the night before had faded into a faint reminder, replaced by an unfamiliar sense of energy surging from deep within.
I stretched slowly and I was surprised by how good it felt. It felt too good.
The bed cradled me like it didn’t want to let go. I held onto the sheets, their smoothness brushing lightly against my skin. I inhaled deeply, and the familiar dark, masculine scent hit my senses like it had a purpose. It clung to everything, as if the room itself had been shaped around him.
Dante.
The memory of his
